She is a beauty
No other way to put it... just four words
And she knows it
We know she knows
We blame... that reflection in the mirror she owns
She is a gem
The sort of lady you try to introduce yourself to...
And fail to remember your name
But 'life' took that beauty... and held it out of your reach
We all know that situation... I can hear the men shout "PREACH!"
That branch that's just higher than you can stretch... caressing your finger tips
Hanging from it is something sweet, delectable
Peach
I don't mean that literally though... these are just semantics
Though its a case of "out of sight, out of mind"... some nonchelant antics
She's the type to make you wish you could press on 'rewind'
And do it all over again...
You don't really care... but you do
So its complicated, intertwined
Then again, its never that serious
You just took a trip through a 'sprung' guy's mind.